It was after our third trip to The Regal club that Kat announced she'd invited Justin back to our place for a good seeing-to. Not that she just wanted him for a shag mind. You see Justin was an eccentric thespian, and a well-hung one at that.

We'd acted out a little role-play during our last visit to the club, with shaving foam pies and buckets of water. Justin was the tormentor and Kat was the stooge. I kid you not, and excuse the pun, but he teased her into a foaming lather. In his oh-so-tight white tee shirt and black jeans he gave the most perfect 'will I wont I?' routine. By the time he did give it to her, poor Kat was on cloud nine. Honestly, I've never seen her cum so hard!

Now she wanted some more of it. Not just with foam pies this time though. Ever since I've known her, the dirty bitch has got off on being the stooge. Being mildly humiliated and made to get filthy in front of me, sometimes in her clothes and sometimes with not a stitch on is what makes her tick. Getting messy is guaranteed to get her legs spread. Justin was the perfect piece of clever beefcake to muck her and fuck her. And I would be watching.

The knock on the radiator pipe was my cue to enter the spare room. Kat looked pristine - tight knitted top, mini skirt, stockings and high heels. She was formal, but in a tarty way; the kind of girl that would make the local television weather report a 'must-watch.'

'Ah...Worm...do come in!'

Justin's plummy, marbled tones were perfect for his role as the filthy tormentor.

'Miss Kat tells me you want to watch me making a real meal of her. Is that so?'

'Yes Mr Justin'

'Well let's have you on that chair in the corner please Worm. Clothes off!'

Kat sat there smirking as I stripped naked.

'Doesn't she look nice?

Justin stepped onto the polythene sheet surrounding Kat's white plastic stool and slowly crinkled his way around her.

'I said, doesn't she look nice?'

'Yes Mr Justin. Too nice to mess up I'd say.'

'Ohhh...too nice to mess up eh? Miss Kat tells me you like nothing more than to mess her up! The trouble is Worm. YOU don't have the staying power to pleasure her afterwards, do you?

'I said DO YOU? Maybe we should re-name you Worm Cumquick?

'Yes Mr Justin...whatever you say.'

'Would you stand up please Miss Kat.'

Kat stood up and Justin placed one hand on her tummy and the other on the nape of her neck before bending her forward so that her hands touched her toes. With a deft flick of his wrist Kat's mini skirt was up round her waist and his finger was tugging out the waistband of her pristine white satin knickers.

'Would you pass me the spaghetti hoops please Worm. No...not the beans....the hoops'.

'This, Worm, is the lubricant!' said Justin.

Those cold spaghetti circles hung in mid air before succumbing to gravity's pull and plopping unceremoniously into the gusset of her white panties.

'And now the beans please Worm.'

In they all went until Kat's knickers hung like a bull's ballsack under her crotch. Justin smoothed her skirt back into place and asked her to sit back down on the moulded plastic stool.

'Now....ssshhh!'

Justin put his fingers to his lips and slowly began counting;

'One...two...three...four...five...six'

Blip!

Blip!

Pitter-patter!

Blip!

'Oh dear! Miss Kat appears to be leaking lubricant Worm. What shall we do?'

Sure enough, a thin stream of tomato sauce was heading south from under the hem of her skirt, running off the stool and dripping onto the polythene.

'And only six seconds too' continued Justin 'I think that deserves six custard pies. Do you agree Worm?'

'If you say so Mr Justin.'

Except these weren't ordinary custard pies. Sure, they were in metal flan tins but the pie casings were filled with cold rice pudding, a slathering of thick custard and a massive dollop of strawberry jam.

The first went straight into her face with some force and the second splattered onto the top of her head. Three and four were smooshed into both her ears whilst five was rudely smeared across her tits. Making her sit in pie six was the final indignation. It was all over in a minute, and then Justin stood back to let Kat regain her composure.

'Oh yes! Do you like my handiwork Worm?

What a fucking mess!

But he hadn't finished. In fact he'd barely begun. As Kat sat there with her eyes closed, he soaked her from head to toe in stinky soup, squirted her with ketchup, doused her in flour and smeared golden syrup into places it really ought not to go. Then, with skirt back round her waist like a tart's belt, he handed her a little buzzing vibrator and pushed it into her knickers before yanking up the ruined roll-neck top, easing her tits out of her bra and smoothing the palms of his hands around her ridiculous beacon-like nipples in a teasing circular motion.

Oh, you filthy fucker Mr Justin!

Pitiful Kat was completely under his spell. Crotch pushed forward like an alley cat on heat with this wretched buzzing phallus slipping and sliding in and out of her pasta-packed panties whilst Justin tweaked and fiddled her nipples with his soft thespian hands.

'She's cumming Worm! Watch and observe!'

He continued to tweak and fiddle and then, with little squeaks and whimpers, Kat stiffened up on the stool before letting out a long gasp and a moan and allowing the buzzing vibrator fall to the floor where it spun round and pulsed like an excitable seal pup.

'Now that, Worm, is how to pleasure a pretty lady. Did you learn anything?'

'Yes Mr Justin.'

And with that, Justin ripped off his white tee shirt to reveal his almost-hairless, gym enhanced torso and six-pack chest. The tiny sport shorts went next and out lolled the thickest, smoothest cock this side of town. Not yet fully erect but still large enough to do some damage, poor Kat had no idea what she was about to open her eyes to!

Kat still hadn't regained her senses when Justin took her hand and replaced himself on her white plastic stool. The sploshed supplicant stood astride him then sat down on his thighs until their faces were just inches apart. Still fully dressed, her spheroidal breasts pressed against Justin's own pecs. He carefully wiped the slop from her eyes and mouth then drew her shoulders in so that their lips met. It was a saucy, sticky snog during which time he tugged her sweater to her armpits and feasted his hands on her sticky tits.

Gasping as their lips smacked apart, Justin again barked the orders;

'Custard please Worm!'

He took two boxes of Ambrosia's finest.

'Nooooo!' Kat pleaded. But it was a mock plea from a saucy bitch playing the part of the victim.

The thick, yellow custard splurged out over her face and hair and cascaded down her front and sides. Taking the sleeves of her tight sweater, Justin finally pulled it off her shoulders and reached behind for the hook and eye clasps of her bra. Fumbling with the slippery fixings, the filthy fucker quickly lost patience and wrecked the delicate attachments with a shocking wrench. The straggly remains were tossed on the floor and without a second glance he cupped Kat's glorious knockers with his custard filled palms.

God, it was hard to tell who was getting most pleasure from this sticky liaison. Kat's eyes were closed in bliss again and Justin's cock was set firm at about seventy degrees against her tummy with an angry-looking bell-end impatient to play with her insides.

On his custard-slicked thighs, Justin let Kat slide to the floor in an indelicate legs-spread pose before helping her unsteadily to her feet. Sat back on the plastic stool, her gaze was now level with Justin's dick and it was quite clear what he wanted to do with it. Opening her lips she took his helmet into her mouth.

'Bring me shampoo Worm, this tart needs a shampoo!' bellowed Justin.

But there was no shampoo on this cosmetics tray! A tin of treacle...margarine...more flour? What did he mean?

'Bring it ALL Worm! Can't you see how filthy her hair is!

As a drooling Kat choked ever deeper on Justin's dick he enthusiastically shampooed her silky blonde locks into a disgusting Marge Simpson style helmet piled high on her scalp until eventually, with a satisfied snigger, he withdrew his glistening pole from her face and stood back to admire his handiwork.

'Ohh look at the Worm Miss Kat. HE'S leaking now!'

Sure enough a glistening bead of pre-cum hung from the end of my cock. Ashamedly I tried to cross my legs but that just made Justin roar with laughter.

'Poor little Worm is building up for his finale is he? Watch how an Alpha male does it and learn little Worm!'

With that, he stood Kat up and ripped the miniskirt down to her toes. With a gentle tug her filthy knickers suffered the same fate and she delicately stood out of both sodden garments. Justin scooped up the panties and flicked them across to me.

'Put them on Worm! Save us the embarrassment of looking at your pathetic maggot!'

Burning with shame I pulled on the filthy panties. How humiliating.

Now in just her stockings and high heels, Kat was laid inelegantly on the polythene and Justin proceeded to cover her in every last thing on the shopping list and all the slops from the floor to boot! What a filthy writhing mess she was. It was clear he wanted to finish her missionary style the dominant male screwing the supplicant into the slippery polythene.

I couldn't take my eyes off Kat as Justin arranged her, legs spread and raised, right in front of me.

'Off your chair and watch closely' he ordered.

His distended knob-end prodded at the folds of her pussy before engaging its quarry to a gasp from the supine Kat. He took it slowly. He had to, she would have split in two had he not, until he was there, balls deep, in her cunt. Then began the rhythmic fucking, his balls gently cuffing her bottom to begin with then building up to a steady monotonous 'thwack...thwack....thwack!'

'Are you watching Worm?' he grunted.

Oh, I couldn't take my eyes off it sure enough. Around the base of his shaft a thick, creamy foam of sex mucus and custard was building up, dribbling into the crack of her arse with each walloping, balls-deep, stroke. Their moans and groans and squeaks of pleasure got louder and louder until, with a faraway look on his face, Justin began unloading inside her. I could see the twitching veins on his shaft and imagined his cock gushing like the live end of a hosepipe flailing in the soft grass.

And then he slipped out of her and the pair of them lay fucked on the polythene sheet. This was my chance;

'On your knees you filthy tart!' I blurted.

Poor Kat had no idea if I was really angry or not. And Justin was in no fit position to argue...he was our guest after all!

Without a murmur, she backed up on all fours and presented me with her defiled cunt, glistening like a strip of raw liver and oozing strings of Justin's fresh spunk. I was in like a flash, fucking her on all fours for all I was worth. Five, ten, fifteen thrusts and it was all over, my wad blown inside her to mingle with Justin's baby-making juices.

'Are you done?' Kat queried.

I rolled off her and lay on my back in the slop. The three of us began laughing full-on belly laughs of sexual satisfaction.

'Fancy a beer when we're cleaned up?' said Justin.

'Too right mate' I replied.

What an unbelievable evening. Not the last one I can tell you.